Those things can happen. Surely, Bruce and Alfred also want them, and maybe Rick too. Maybe Rick only wants to want them, but that's better than nothing. Clark's right. One step at a time.
A nod, for the warning. Fair enough. In all likelihood, Rick is smart enough to accept that no visit on home turf would go unnoticed either way.
"You too," he says, equally subdued, equally sincere. "And thanks. For, uh." He shrugs, smile widening a bit. That's the thing, about Superman. He's Superman. Thanks for all your supering, man.
Rick takes his leave, but not back to his car. He's aimless for a bit, until he picks his direction. Either wishing to kill time until he's less likely to be observed, or dithering. Who knows. The grounds are expansive, and the graveyard is a bit of a walk, but it's one of the only footpaths still clearly carved. When he stops, it's not to grovel before a Wayne ancestor. No past generations are his people.
Quietly, to no one, "Hey, shithead."
(Jason always wanted knives or C4. So he also got stuffed animals.)
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A nod, for the warning. Fair enough. In all likelihood, Rick is smart enough to accept that no visit on home turf would go unnoticed either way.
"You too," he says, equally subdued, equally sincere. "And thanks. For, uh." He shrugs, smile widening a bit. That's the thing, about Superman. He's Superman. Thanks for all your supering, man.
Rick takes his leave, but not back to his car. He's aimless for a bit, until he picks his direction. Either wishing to kill time until he's less likely to be observed, or dithering. Who knows. The grounds are expansive, and the graveyard is a bit of a walk, but it's one of the only footpaths still clearly carved. When he stops, it's not to grovel before a Wayne ancestor. No past generations are his people.
Quietly, to no one, "Hey, shithead."
(Jason always wanted knives or C4. So he also got stuffed animals.)